User:Christina Hays93

I wait... ...in the garden across the way, where sepals furl, unblemished by frost... ...You infect my dreams and wind through my stream on consciousness 'til you are right beside me, whispering secrets in my unforgiving ears... ...turned cold by the frost and the wind And the waiting. I turn to your steamed Warm face, red cheeks opposite my frostbitten Mind, and I...